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Fate

By: gregsticle



October 2001. 

He had been through some changes in the last five years; left his safety-net of a job downunder, moved to the other side of the world, gotten married and brought a house. Seemed fine for a while, but now he knew that something was wrong and something that he desperately craved was missing in his life. He was just to blind to see it.

December 2001.

The doors closed for the last time and he walked away with a crooked smile on his face. This was it, the start of another chapter in his life. He trotted off to the local pub for the last time with his workmates. He was surrounded by friendly, familiar faces – some with a hint of sadness in their eyes, but nonetheless happy to celebrate his new start with him. He knew that this would be the last time he would be part of the gang. Midnight came too quickly, and he left to go home to his empty flat - comedy socks, inflatable sheep and engraved pen in his bag. “Gotta love the English” he thought to himself, “know how to make a foreign lad feel welcome”….

March 2002

It was a sunny day as he stepped into the office of his boss. He had been in his new job for a little over two months and was convinced that this was his calling. He had left his dead-end job in the city after four long years, and it was by pure luck that he was sat here now. “It’s amazing where a broken-down lift and a little blagging can get you” he chuckled inwardly to himself. All his life he had wanted to work with animals, he had spent five years training in the field and now, on the other side of the world he was working for the biggest name in the business and loving every single second of it. 

Today was going to be an interesting day, he was no longer the new boy in the job. Another person doing the same role as him had been recruited, and was due to meet him and his other colleague for the first time today. He knew the new girl was younger than he was, and he had to admit that he was a little jealous that someone five years his junior at 23, could be able to do this job. “She must be someone special” he thought to himself. Little did he know just how special. 

His boss’s voice interrupted his inner monologue with a “Greg, meet Dawn Ballard, your new colleague in region”. He glanced to the doorway to see her standing there. He took a few seconds to assess her. She looked young, that was for sure, however, she dressed with style (he always loved a woman in a suit) and had a body to die for. She looked slightly nervous as his gaze wandered from her figure up to her face. Their eyes locked and he was caught up for a few seconds in her incredible blue eyes. He quickly regained his composure and grinned at her. She saw this and seemed to relax a little as she took her place in the seat beside him. She smelled exquisite, and once more his mind drifted to thoughts that he really should not have been thinking… 

The rest of the day consisted of him and his other colleague bombarding the new girl with all sorts of trivial information. The three of them went out with some other staff for lunch and he made sure that he was behind Dawn walking up the stairs into the office, just so could check out her view from behind. He couldn’t believe that he was behaving this way, but quite frankly he didn’t care – this girl was gorgeous, funny, smart and fun to be around. She even laughed with him rather then at him, which was a change. And she had the cutest laugh as well. He was drunk on her every word, overpowered by her beauty, and followed every flick of her long brown hair. He felt alive for the first time, and didn’t want for the day to end. Unfortunately, it did, and he had to bid goodbye to his new colleague. 

That night as he pleasured himself, his thoughts were filled with images of himself and Dawn making love: soft kisses, gentle caresses, inhaling her innermost scent, tasting her most intimate places, entering her slowly as he stared into her blue eyes, and reaching new heights of pleasure with this incredible girl. He imagined falling asleep with her in his arms and waking in the morning to her gentle touch. 

The rest of the month and the following month went on without much excitement, except for one glorious afternoon where he had her briefly all to himself. It wasn’t a very glamorous encounter, but it felt like heaven to him. Dawn had been to an animal centre as part of her induction, and he was meeting her and their other colleague for lunch at a café nearby. As the other colleague was delayed in a meeting, it was just he and Dawn for nearly an hour. They nervously chatted, as people do, to pass the time. She talked about a whole range of things, from her travels abroad, to her luck with men (which made him feel strangely jealous), to her father video recording his front door. He didn’t really care what they talked about, all that mattered was that he had her completely to himself for a few brief minutes. As she talked he stared into her eyes, and fantasised about them sitting there not as colleagues, but as boyfriend and girlfriend. She was the most interesting and fascinating person he had met, and he loved every second that she was sat there opposite him. He knew that none of his fantasies would ever come true: he was married (be it not in the best shape it could have been) and she was gorgeous and could have any guy she wanted – so why, even if he did leave his wife as he intended, would she want him? He didn’t care, he just sat and enjoyed her while he had the chance. 

May 2002

It was the day of his first conference in his new job, and the three of them would be driving up together to Coventry where it was going to be held for the next three days. In the car on the way up he was driving, with their other colleague riding shotgun and Dawn in the back. He enjoyed the two-hour drive up as he could stare at her at his leisure in the rear vision mirror. He noticed her catch his eye a few times, but put it down to no more than a coincidence. The conference was as boring as he had imagined, but it was nice to meet his other colleagues from around the country, and as he and Dawn were the two new kids on the block, they were never far from each others side. 

That evening the two of them sat down for a chat over a few bottles of Budweiser. She looked even better out of her work clothes, and he hoped that she was thinking the same about him. It was the first time since their talk in the café six weeks prior, and it was great to just relax and indulge in conversation. As they talked, the rest of the world around him seemed to just disappear and he felt as though it was just the two of them alone in a period of sheer intensity. Maybe it was the beer, maybe it was her company, maybe it was the fact that she was paying him more attention than he had received in well over a year, but he felt a connection between them. Whatever it was, he was the happiest he had ever been. 

The night went on, the beer continued to flow, and still they talked and talked. It was well after 11:00pm when the two of them, along with a few stragglers went up to bed. He bid her goodnight and then turned across the hall to enter his own room. Once his door closed, he sunk onto his bed with his mind racing. He knew he wanted her, he felt that she was attracted to him, or was he just imagining it? Should he call her? Yes. No answer. Should he go to her room? Yes - but what would be his reason for knocking on her door? He glanced around his room looking for something, anything to use as an excuse. No alarm clock. He needed to get up in the morning, what better reason than that? “Greg you are a genius sometimes” he said to himself before slipping quietly out of his room and across the hall to hers. 

He tapped lightly on her door three times, hoping that she hadn’t gone to sleep already. Her door opened and he saw a pair of wide blue eyes staring at him though the crack. He mumbled something about needing a wakeup call whilst looking nervously down at the floor. Was he really doing this? What would she do? Without hesitation, her door opened and he stepped inside. There was an audible click from behind him as she closed the door. He turned to see her skip past him in a skimpy burgundy chemise and dive under her covers trying to preserve her modesty. He smiled: great legs, cute ass, no knickers, and pert breasts – wow! He pretended that he hadn’t seen all her naughty bits, but the erection growing in his jeans wasn’t exactly helping his cause, nor was the fact that she was looking every bit the innocent girl with her duvet pulled right up to her chin.

He sat on her bed and spieled off his wakeup call story, all the while moving slowly up towards her. More talking ensued, with the duvet cover slowly coming down as the conversation went from attractiveness, to sex, to a game of invisible Yahtzee. They were both tipsy, and their inhibitions were waning, this came to a head when he touched her thigh for the first time and she didn’t move his hand away. He took this as a good sign and inched his hand up towards her more private areas. This game of cat and mouse continued with each of the two players going a little further each time, until he was in his boxers and she was in her chemise with both of them laying on top of the covers. 

His hands moved up her thighs as he looked into her eyes. He continued up her side to her breasts and caressed them through the thin material. He felt her nipples harden and her breathing quicken with his touch, he moved to kiss her but she turned away. He stared at her and moved his hands down to the tops of her thighs and under her hem, up into her wetness. She was soaking and he easily entered her pussy with one finger. Moving it slowly in and out he reached up to pull the straps of her chemise down to expose he beautiful breasts. He bent forward and kissed each in turn, sucking on the nipple and feeling it harden once more in his mouth. He traced each nipple with his tongue until she pushed him away and stared into his eyes. She looked so pretty, bathed in the dim light of the room, moving slowly with his fingers inside her and moaning gently.

Suddenly, she pushed him flat on his back and straddled him with her soaking pussy directly over the bulge in his boxers. Bending down, she kissed his chest and nipples while grinding her wet crevice into his hard cock. He wished that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Her kisses moved down his body until she took him in her mouth through his boxers. He let out a huge groan as he tried desperately to fuck her mouth through the material. She looked up at him and smiled before removing the offending article of clothing and taking him deep inside her warm, wet mouth. He was in heaven, she sucked him with such skill and passion that he thought that he was going to die from too much pleasure. He looked down to see her head moving up and down his cock as she licked and kissed up and down the shaft and head. He could see her left hand between her legs as she pleasured herself while making him feel so good.

It was time to return the favour in this game of pleasure hockey, and he pulled her slowly up his body towards his mouth. She let out a moan of protest at having to stop sucking him, but as she continued her journey up his body she soon realised that it was her turn to be tasted. She straddled his face and slowly lowered her soaking wet pussy onto his mouth. He snaked his tongue out and licked her outer lips before pulling her down onto his waiting mouth and sliding his tongue deep into her inner recesses. She moaned and began to move with his tongue, riding it as though it was his cock. He reached up her body to pinch and squeeze her nipples, this seemed to excite her more and she squealed with pleasure before moving off him and laying on her back to touch herself. 

He was on her in a second, and this time she did not resist his kisses, their tongues wrestled with one another, tasting each others juices and exploring each others mouth with wild abandon. He felt as though they were floating on a cloud together, he had never felt such passion, such urgency and such tenderness in his life. Fingers began to explore each other as bodies entwined and tongues joined as one in the most intensely erotic experience of his life. 

The following morning he did get his wakeup call, with a knock at his door by Dawn and they were as friendly as they had been the day before. The day went by uneventfully, but he was frustrated at not having any protection with him the night before and spent the lunch break trying to source some, but to no avail. The evening arrived and once again the drinks began to flow. No Budweiser this time, as they had drained the fridge the night before, it was Becks instead. A game of Pool was played amongst four of them and as the two lovers inhibitions began to slide, some outrageous flirting broke out. Once again it was time for bed, and he was alone in his room fighting with his urge to go to her again. He didn’t have any excuse this time, so he just went and knocked at her door. She opened the door still dressed in her clothes from that evening and he stepped inside her boudoir once more. 

Random chit-chat ensued once again until he slid up her bed, and kissed her passionately on the lips. She did not stop him and they rolled into the centre of the bed tearing at each other’s clothes whilst kissing deeply until they were both naked and gasping for air. He moved down her body starting with her breasts as she lay on her back and allowed his tongue to taste every inch of her skin until he came to rest between her legs. She was wet to his touch and he moved his tongue all over her soaking folds whilst sliding two fingers in and out of her. She was moaning and writhing with pleasure from his touch and he decided to push things further. Whilst continuing to nibble her clitoris he removed one of his fingers from her wetness and slowly began to slide it into her anus. Checking to see if she protested at his two-pronged intrusion, he stared up into her eyes. They were closed with pleasure and he took that as a sign to continue with his exploration of her body. He began to lick her faster, moving his fingers in and out of her now drenched little pussy and rapidly loosening asshole, she reached down and began to push his head into her while fucking his fingers with her ass and pussy and moaning loudly.

He stopped his licking just long enough to remind her to be quiet and she took that as a sign to extract revenge on him for delaying her pleasure. Quickly, she wriggled up the bed and moved into a sixty-nine position before he could roll off his back. Lowering her pussy back onto his face she enveloped his cock with her mouth and began to suck him hard and fast. He tried his best to keep up with her sucking by licking her vagina as best he could, but the pleasure was too intense and he ended up moaning into her wet slit. Dawn moved her erect clitoris up and down his tongue, so he made it as stiff as he could and she simply fucked it while lapping his hard shaft. He was getting hot between his legs and knew that she would be swallowing his cum if he didn’t do something soon, so he rolled her off him and scooted around so that he was on top of her and able to look at her pretty face. 

“I want you” he breathed. “We have no protection” she replied. “There are other ways,” he said as he grinned a cheeky grin and slid his finger back into her tight rear passage. She nodded, smiled and stroked his cock up and down. “Turn around” he said, leaning back on his knees. She turned around and got onto all fours, spreading her ass cheeks wide to allow his cock into her forbidden hole. He pressed the head of his penis into her anus, but it would not slide in. “Wait” she said, reaching over to her bedside table and producing a tub of Dove Body Silk Moisturiser. Scooping out a large amount of cream she slathered it up and down his cock making it slippery and ready to enter her backdoor. Once again she moved herself onto all fours and he pushed his cock into her asshole. It slid in slowly and he stopped to see if she was okay, she simply reached around and pulled him into her ass fully. He couldn’t believe the tightness of her asshole and knew that he wouldn’t last long before he filled her with his fluid. It felt as though his cock was encased in hot buttered velvet. Slowly he fucked her, in and out, building up speed as she moaned and pushed back to meet his thrusts.

Positions changed and he was on his knees sitting straight up with her on her knees also, leaning back onto his chest. He reached one hand around to feel her breasts and pinch her nipples. The other hand moved between her legs to join her own in finger-fucking her pussy and rubbing her clit. She removed her hand, licked her fingers and allowed him to taste herself as well. “I can feel myself in your ass, through your pussy” he moaned, she simply fucked his cock as hard as she could. With the sudden change in pace his cock couldn’t take it any longer, and he began to feel his balls tighten as they prepared to release his sperm deep into her inner bowels. “Dawn, I’m going to cum, cum in your ass!” he moaned. “Yes baby, cum inside me now!” she squealed in return, and pushed back for the final time onto his cock to make sure he was as deep inside her as possible when he released his hot, thick sperm into her. His balls exploded in a wave of pleasure, releasing spurt after spurt of cum through his cock deep inside her ass.

Once the contractions subsided he slowly removed his still hard cock from her battered asshole and the two lovers lay in each others arms on the bed, staring into each other’s eyes and caressing their hot bodies. “I’ve never done that before” he said, she smiled and kissed him, as a way of saying “it’s okay”.

The following morning the conference ended and the three of them headed back to London. The drive was much more subdued than it had been on the way up, maybe it was because the two lovers were reflecting on their naughty three days away, or maybe it was because they were thinking what the future would hold for them. Either way, their lives would never be the same again, and they would both never forget those two magical nights they spent together.

Fate



Matty got up much earlier than usual for a Saturday morning. Slowly Matty stumbled into the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. As she left the bathroom, she noticed Derrick was in the study on the computer. They were the only ones at home. 
“Hey Derrick, where is everyone?” Matty’s voice surprised Derrick, she usually would still be asleep for a few more hours.

Derrick smiled at his younger step sister. What a beautiful and sexy woman she had grown to become. She was 20 and he was 22 and they had been together as a family for 5 years and known each other for seven. Derrick and Matty had a great relationship, as they had matured, they both had become very close and fond of each other. They had both just returned home for the summer from college in the past week.


“Mom’s out shopping and your dad is playing golf. Matty nodded and Derrick called her to come closer to the computer “C’mere a second, I want to show you something.” He opened up an e-mail joke that had been forwarded to him from a buddy and they both had a good laugh. As they were laughing a new email suddenly message flashed on the screen.  Derrick was all of the sudden nervous working the mouse furiously trying to close the mail.

“Who’s that from?”

“Oh… umm…..it’s....it’s nothing..…just some spam.” But Matty is very observant and noticed the screen name was JuneRoberts before he was able to close it. June Roberts was married and she and her family lived about a block away.  Matty wondered why she would be emailing Derrick. Derrick was acting very peculiarly and she could see that Derrick was not going to open it while she was there, so she casually walked out of the room, like nothing was going on.  But she didn’t leave, she peaked back into the door to see Derrick eagerly reading the new email. Something was definitely up, she didn’t know what it was, but she was going to find out.

Derrick didn’t leave until later in the afternoon, he told Matty to tell the parents that he wouldn’t be home tonight.  She watched him drive away and then ran into the study. She knew Derricks password, she had watched him type it in one day months ago when he wanted to show her something on the net. She had never before used it to pry into his personal doings or spy on his emails, but now she had to know what was going on, she just hoped he hadn’t changed the password or deleted the mail.

After a few keystrokes she was happy that the password still worked. In know time she was in his mailbox and opened the mail from JuneRoberts, she was shocked at what she read.

Hi Derrick, Welcome home!!! I’ve been looking forward to seeing you again, I think it’s going to be a very hot summer(wink). It seems like Spring Break was such a long time ago. I’ve been wet all week anticipating your return. I really need your big cock again and can’t wait to feel you inside me. I look so forward to touching you and taking you deep down my throat. My husband is taking our kids camping this morning. He won’t be back until noon tomorrow.

I would like it if you could come over and maybe spend the night? Let me know if you can make it. Maybe we could play the teasing teacher/student game again? I’ll go out and get some nice steaks and a bottle of wine, and some new nylons, high heels, and lingerie…hope to see you!

June

Matty leaned back in the seat and sighed heavily. She had to reread it again to be sure she had just read what she thought she had just read. This was unbelievable, Derrick was fucking June Roberts?!? Matty started scrolling to see if she could find any more emails from JuneRoberts. She scrolled though a couple months worth of emails and finally found another one from June. It was a couple of months old and she recognized the date as being during spring break. She opened it.

Sorry to see that your break is over so soon, I hope you don’t mind that I took up so much of your time. This past week has been one of the best weeks of my life, God we had fun didn’t we? I must admit that I’m already looking forward to seeing you over summer break. Good luck in your studies and I know your social life will continue to be very active (lucky girls). I know you are leaving this afternoon, but if you get a chance why don’t you come by and I’ll give you a goodbye blowjob. I’d love to show you once again that I’m “good to the last drop”

June

Matty scrolled just a bit further up, a couple of days, and saw another message from June. The dates were in ascending order, Matty figured this out and knew this next note preceded the one she had just read.

Last night was absolutely incredible!! This morning I feel more like a woman than I ever have before in my life. I’ve never had so many orgasms in my life. Not only do you have the biggest and best cock I’ve ever seen, you are also a great lover. After all my orgasms I thought I’d be drained and tired this morning, but it’s just the opposite. I feel so alive and vibrant and if you were here right now I’d fuck and suck you dry!!! Can’t wait till Friday night!!

June

Matty looked for more emails from June, but there were no more. This was unbelievable. What a slut!! And she was ancient, she had to be 40. Matty sat back and thought about things for a minute. She knew that Derrick had always had a way with females. Evidently, he had a big cock to go along with his good looks, could this be why females always seemed to flock to him? Can a big cock really make a difference? 

In the emails June raved over his cock, how big was he? she wondered. How come she had never had sex as good as June had described? Then Matty noticed something else, she was wet and horny. Matty printed out the emails, not really knowing why and she wondered if Derrick was over at June’s fucking her at that very moment.

Matty had always had a secret, yet strong crush on Derrick, the emails just made her desires resurface again. She thought back to the times when she would notice him checking her out. She loved to tease him sometimes and relished it when she had his attention. She played with herself until she achieved an orgasm on two different occasions that Saturday afternoon, but she was still horny. Thoughts of Derrick’s large, hard cock kept her juices flowing all night.

***** 


The next afternoon, Sunday, the parents asked Derrick to run to the store to get some items to make dinner. Matty told him she would go with him. On the way back home Matty slowly worked up enough nerve to ask Derrick about his affair. “So, did you have a lot of girlfriends this year?”

“I guess I had my share, why?”

“Just wondering. Can I ask you something personal?” She didn’t wait for his answer. “How old were you your first time?”

After a brief pause “14.”

“I wonder why you’ve always had so many girlfriends?”

“I’m not sure, just lucky I guess.”

“Yea right, you must have something they like……...” Derrick didn’t respond and he was wondering where Matty was going with this conversation. “…and whatever it is it sure seems to have made quite an impression on June Roberts!” Derrick was floored when he heard her say this.

“What are you talking about?”

“I know your fucking June Roberts, and I know she’s crazy about you.” Derrick became nervous and tense. “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me big brother.” Derrick did not ask her how she knew, he figured that she must have noticed the email yesterday and put things together.

“Please don’t tell anyone, especially our parents.”

“I can’t believe you don’t know me better than that.” It was true, Matty and Derrick had become very good friends and could rely on each other. Derrick was a little nervous that someone knew, but at least he knew he could trust Matty.

“Let me just ask you one thing, why would you want a 40 year old woman?”

“Well………she loves sex, probably more than anyone I’ve ever met. And it’s only about sex, neither of us wants a relationship, we are not in love.”

“Then why do you go over there so much?”

“Her husband is terrible in bed and she’s always horny, and she’s willing to try and do just about anything, plus she’s pretty good looking.” Derrick was glad they were home and this conversation was over as they finally pulled into the driveway and went inside. He wondered if he had volunteered too much information. But he wanted Matty to understand that it was not an emotional affair.

*****

That night Matty dreamed about nothing but sex. Tormenting dreams where Derrick was fucking all kinds of females, young and old, he took them all on. They kept coming to him because he could please them, and he pleased every single one of them while Matty watched. She had to watch as he pleased them one right after the other but in her dream Matty couldn’t be pleased, it was against the rules. He would fuck all these women, but because of their relationship he would not touch Matty. So Derrick fucked all these women with his big hard cock and Matty had to watch as they came over and over and over again. She had to listen to their loud moans and screams of ecstasy while she went totally without. Derrick fucked them in many different positions and never grew tired. Occasionally he would look over to Matty as the woman he would be fucking was crying out in orgasm and ask “Now do you know why women like me?” 

In her dream, she was allowed to rub herself as she watched, but she just could not climax, that was not allowed. She was totally and completely frustrated. Then, right before she awoke, she had a dream that Derrick was fucking June Roberts doggy style. June was talking to him like a slut, telling him how good his cock felt and how much she loved fucking him. June looked at Matty as he slammed his hard cock in and out of her from behind……..“too bad you’ll never fuck him….. Oh God he’s got the best cock….Oh God Yes Derrick Fuck Me…..” June had a loud and explosive orgasm, then turned around and swallowed him deep into her throat. This caused him to explode in her throat and mouth, June had no problem swallowing every bit of his orgasm…Derrick and June both looked at Matty and smiled after he was finished, and June said.. “Good to the last drop.”

Isn’t it strange how your mind can make you think that a dream was real? Matty awoke in that state, she just knew these things had happened. She was out of breath and gasping for air. After a few moments she came to her senses and she realized she had been dreaming. She was sweating and she noticed her panties were soaking wet, that combined with her sweat had made her damp and cold on the outside, but more than that, on the inside she was on fire. Matty was as horny as she could ever remember being and she was horny for Derrick. She was getting ready to masturbate and have a much needed orgasm when she heard Derrick closing the bathroom door and walking down the hallway to his room. 

Matty mind was now wide awake and clicking at full speed. She needed to be fucked, and she needed to be fucked by Derrick! She felt she must act quickly so she could use her horniness to help her to have the nerve to seduce him. She quickly discarded her panties and replaced her damp night shirt with another oversized night shirt. She quietly tiptoed down the hall. Derricks door was slightly ajar and she peaked in the crack. The Monday morning sun was shining brightly in his window. He was at his dresser, pulling out underwear and shorts to start his day. His hair was wet, he had obviously just taken a shower and only a towel around the waist covered him. He quickly turned after getting his clothes and noticed Matty peaking in. “What are you doing?” 

Matty entered the room and stood at just inside doorway. “Nothing, just wondering if we could talk for a minute.”

“Ok, but make it quick, I’m in a hurry.” Matty knew he didn’t have to work, he didn’t start until the next week.

“Where are you going?”

“I’ve got an appointment.” She was pretty sure he was going to see a female.

“Are you going to see June?”

“No, not today.” He said with a tone that let her know he wished she hadn’t asked that. 

“Good, then why don’t you stay home and fuck me?” Matty had always been straight forward, but even as she asked this question she was surprised that she was being so blunt.

Derrick was caught just a little off guard and thought about his response carefully. So often he had often entertained thoughts of having her, Matty was very attractive and many times she would prance around the house showing off wearing skimpy outfits. She had been the cause for Derrick to jack off on many occasions. But where Matty was always outspoken and quick to talk, Derrick was more reserved and liked to think before making a statement. 

He had often thought about how he would handle this situation should it arise. Derrick was mature and smart and he knew that if lust got the best of either of them, and this explosive situation came up, it must be defused. They were both attracted to each other, that was obvious, but the complications that could be caused by an affair with Matty were undeniable. So he answered her the way he had practiced “As much as I’d like to, and believe me I do want too, but I just don’t think it’s a good idea.” Despite being so horny, Matty understood his reply and didn’t want him to feel like she would force the issue. But she simply had to cum, she had to have something.

“Derrick, I’m sorry I asked, but I’m so horny…….. can you at least just let me see it? Let me just see your cock one time……that’s all I’m asking….let me see why women like you so much…….please.”

Derrick again thought carefully. He wanted to grab her and throw her on his bed and pound her tight pussy until she cried out for him to stop. He wanted to hear her scream and yell as he drilled her, but maybe this was a chance to end this before it ever started, and that would surely be better for both of them. “Ok, If I agree to let you see me this one time, will you understand that we cannot take this any farther, we just can’t do anything together, ever….ok” 

“I promise, I’ll never ask you again.”

“All right then……here goes.” With that Derrick pulled the towel off and let it drop to the floor. Electric pulses ran through Matty’s body as for the first time she gazed at her step brothers manhood. His did indeed seem to be the perfect cock, a cock that could make any woman want him. From all this talk Derrick had started to get excited and he was in the very first stages of becoming erect. Matty’s eyes were locked on the magnificent sight in front of her, what a great body he had, and his manhood had more than met her expectations. The base of his meaty cock came straight out, then the heavy cock curved downward, following the contour of his balls, and the head was large and smooth and perfectly shaped. Matty was speechless as she watched this remarkable tool slowly fill with blood and get thicker and slowly start growing upward, pulling away from his balls. 

After a few moments of silent staring, Derrick’s cock was straight out, perpendicular to his body. It was still only a bit over half hard and Matty’s pussy was so wet she could feel juices ready to leak out. Derrick started to bend over to pick up the towel. “No…please, God you look so good, your so perfect, please let me just watch it until it finishes getting hard.” This was hard for Derrick, it took all he had to just stand there and let his beautiful step sister watch his cock grow. He knew that as soon as she left the room he would violently jack off and shoot a tremendous load into the air. His cock was now a little above level, not fully hard, but it had stopped growing. Maybe now she’d leave and end this sexual torment.

Matty didn’t leave. She leaned back against the wall, pulled up her shirt. Derrick saw her neatly trimmed pussy for the first time, he could see how wet she had become as she spread her folds. Matty started playing with her pussy. “Let me just cum, it won’t take but a second…please let me look at you just until I cum” Derrick watched as Matty rolled her finger in rapid motion over her swollen clit. She never took her eyes off of him and the excitement caused his cock to quickly grow to full power. 

Now his cock was as hard as it could possibly get, and sticking straight up, in fact the head was hitting against his belly. Matty was quickly building to a monumental orgasm and she was amazed at how accurately her dream had portrayed his breathtaking member. “God your so fucking HOT….why do we have to be related……oh GOD DERRICK LOOK WHAT YOUR DOING TO ME….” Derrick and Matty both noticed that precum had puddled on the tip of his cock and it had started oozing down the head. He also had a wet spot on his belly, about an inch or two above his belly button where his leaking cock had hit a few times. Seeing this sent her into her shattering orgasm.

Her legs trembled and almost gave way, she held her breath until she could hold it no longer, then she exploded “AAAHHHHHHHHhhhhh.” Matty came so hard that juices started running out freely, all over her finers and down her thighs. “OH GOD DERRICK FUCK ME…OH GOD….PLEASE…..PLEASE FUCK ME DERRICK…”   Derrick could take no more. As he walked toward his step sister she saw a “Damn right I’m going to fuck you” look in his eyes.

“That’s right baby, come here and fuck me.”

Derrick took his arm and picked up her right leg, behind the knee, in the bend of his elbow. They kissed very passionately. The smell of sex filled the room as he lifted her leg up and backed her against the wall again. As they continued kissing he took the other leg in his arm and lifted it up also. The bends of Matty’s legs were in the bends of Derrick’s arms, her back against the wall and her pussy exposed and she was ready. It seemed to take an eternity before she finally felt the large head ready to invade her.

Derrick thrust his hard cock in her like a dagger. Matty was so wet he easily penetrated and bottomed out fully in one swift motion. Her hot pussy felt good as it wrapped around his meat as he held his cock deep inside her for just a few seconds. Matty had never had a man fill her so completely and the feeling was beyond comprehension. After the initial attack Derrick started pounding his step sister furiously, rolling up on the balls of his feet to get the maximum penetration. Each time he thrust in her, the lower part of her back hit the wall, making a thumping sound. Each time her back hit the wall it forced the breath out of her with a loud “AH.” 

Matty was getting close to another orgasm and was now moaning and screaming loudly like the women in her dreams. “OH GOD YES FUCK ME BABY…..OH GOD YES……OH GOD……OH GOD…” As she started her orgasm Derrick was pounding her relentlessly. The thumping sound against the wall now sounded more like a drum as Derrick was determined to nail her right through the wall. Derrick could not hold back any longer. As Matty’s orgasm slowed, his started and he filled her. His orgasm was long and very intense. Matty felt the warmth of his seed filling the depths of her womb and she started kissing and sucking his neck. She hoped his orgasm would never stop, she had never wanted to please a man this badly before. Derrick grunted with each burst and both were amazed at how much he came.

Derrick continued holding Matty up against the wall until they both were able to catch their breath. They looked each other in the eyes and both shared the same feelings that what they had just done was not wrong, but that it was very special.

Without saying a word, Derrick wrapped his arms around her waist, she wrapped her arms around his neck and he carried her to the bed. He was still hard and he made sure they remained joined. He gently laid her on the bed and started grinding himself tenderly, yet with determination, inside her, exploring her depths with his large, probing tool. They had just fucked, now he was making love to her. They looked in each others eyes enjoying the special moment. Matty reached her hands up to his face and ran her fingers through his dark hair while he continued rolling his meat around inside her. “I love you Derrick…….Oh God I Love You So Much….” Matty started grinding back against his movements. She grabbed the back of his ass and dug her nails in slightly. “This can never be the last time baby………It’s too good…….Please tell me you’ll fuck me again…please…”




Fate



“Oh baby I’ll fuck you again……and again………and again.” he said gently. Then they climaxed together.

Derrick finally pulled out of her and laid beside her. A flood of jism ran out of her and she got up to clean herself. “Not yet, lay here with me.”

“But you bedspread will be a mess.”

“It can be washed later.” He pulled her back to him. And they laid in each others arms in silence for awhile. 

“My God, your incredible.” She finally whispered.

“Correction, we’re incredible together.” He said. She smiled, she was happier now than she could ever remember. She knew they were in love.

******

The following year at the beginning of summer break Matty and Derrick told their parents about their relationship. It was very hard on all four of them. The parents would not let them live in their house under these circumstances. Since they would not promise that they would not sleep together, they moved out and got an apartment together for the summer. There was a period of crying, anger, and harsh comments from both sides for a short while. But in time, the parents saw that their love was genuine, and accepted that this was their fate. Now they are proud and loving grandparents.



Fate



I knew I was gay very early in life. There weren’t words to describe it and I wasn’t really sure what the words meant in relation to me when I did hear them. But I did know I didn’t want to be different. Life is hard enough. So I hid. I lied to myself and denied that I was a sexual creature. Rather than make a choice to lie or sneak around, I simply went without. I found enough pleasure and release with my own hand to survive. So I went off to college a virgin and very closeted. While there I decided to grow and actually live my life. I had three sexual encounters my sophomore year: a sneaked blow job in the research section of the library, a quick, nameless fuck in the bathroom in the biology building, and a mutual hand job under the bleachers at a baseball game. 

That summer I knew that I wouldn’t be able to continue that nameless screwing around. I don’t know whether I waited too long to experiment or else I just wasn’t meant to go from guy to guy for a simple, mindless release. I didn’t even know any of the three guys’ names. Thank God I used condoms. So I decided to be honest with the world. I wasn’t going to sing out on the rooftops that I was gay, but if asked, I would tell the truth. 

Junior year started with a new roommate. His name was Justin and he was a cutie. He had gingery hair but without the ruddy complexion of a redhead. There was just enough gold in his hair to keep him from being overly freckled and able to hold a tan in his skin. He was about six-two and I’d say close to 200 pounds. He looked solid and strong. He wore wire-rimmed glasses and his hair was short and slightly spiky around the part. He had gorgeous blue eyes and a very warm smile that lit up his whole face. He moved in his first load of stuff and I sat in my chair at my desk and was struck breathless. Every single fantasy I’d ever had about my perfect man all of a sudden had a face. My pulse raced and my body flushed. I couldn’t wait for him to come back, find out of those fantasies were going to come true. But like all fantasies, this one ended. Helping him was a cute, pretty girl of about the same age. His girlfriend, damn it! Well, I put a halt to my thoughts and just concentrated on getting to know this guy I would be sharing a small space with for the next nine months. 

We did get along great. We had similar interests in movies, music, and books; just about everything. His girlfriend came up on a few weekends and I would make myself scarce so he could have some time with her. All the thoughts I had had of him in a sexual way were gone. During that time, I almost wondered if I was even a sexual being at all. I didn’t notice other guys. I never thought about going out and finding some sex. I found myself for those first few months wondering what it was all about. That changed soon enough.

Just before Christmas Break, Justin asked me if I was gay. I kept my promise and told him that I was. He just said ‘cool’ and that was about it. In January, after we had come back from break, he started asking me questions.

“Hey Marc, what’s it like sleeping with a guy?”

His question floored me. I sat there, making fish impressions with my mouth until the first flippant thing popped out of it. “Justin, what’s it like sleeping with a girl?”

He looked at me funny and asked what I meant. 

I smiled, trying to word my response. “I’ve never been with a woman and I don’t know what it is like, you’ve never been with a guy.” I laughed. “I can’t tell you what sleeping with a guy is like because I don’t have a similar frame of reference.”

That seemed to end that conversation; or so I thought.

That Friday night, Justin came into the room after his late lecture and found me studying at my desk. He came over to me and leaned against the desk so he could look at me while we talked. This wasn’t unusual; we often talked like this. 

“Okay Marc, I’m curious. I want to try it and see what it is like to sleep with a guy.”

My heart kind of died at that moment. “Well Justin, that’s fine, just make sure you find someone who is willing to experiment, go slow, and make sure you explain that this is a first for you.”

He kind of laughed and turned a little red. “Why can’t you be that guy?”

I really hadn’t seen where this was going. My jaw must have hit the floor. My mouth went dry and my heart started racing. I thought he might have been joking but the look in his eyes was very serious. I was hard instantly. I swallowed quite loudly.

“Justin, are you sure?”

“Very.”

I wanted him to have an out. I wanted to give myself an out. “You may not like it; I suggest we try something simple, like a kiss. That way there’ll be no harm if you don’t like it.”

He grinned at me and nodded. He moved slowly to me and took off his glasses and set them on my desk before cupping my face in his hands. He must have found my beard stubble interesting because he stroked my cheeks a little. He lowered his lips to mine and brushed them across mine slowly a few times. My heart almost burst from my chest as he lowered his lips firmly against mine and flicked his tongue out to lick the seam of my mouth. He didn’t lunge right in for a tonsil hunt, he moved slowly as if he had all the time in the world. God, he tasted good; mint and chocolate all in one. Too soon our first kiss ended and he pulled back to look at me.

I stood up from my chair and pulled him up too. I stand over him at six-five and I outweigh him by maybe twenty pounds. We are both strong and don’t really have any flab on us. We aren’t gym slaves, but we are toned and defined. When we were standing, I placed my hands on his chest and felt his heart pounding quickly against my palms as I started to unbutton his shirt. He put his hands at my waist and pushed under the hem of my t-shirt. His fingers felt wonderful as they fanned through the hair on my belly. I was blessed with slightly Italian looks. So I had dark brown hair and almost black eyes. My chest and stomach is covered in dark, shiny, baby-fine hair that thickens in the middle and runs almost like fur from mid chest down into my pants. He moved his hands slowly up, fanning his fingers out to cover my pecs with just enough pressure to make me moan. As I opened the last button on his shirt I placed my palms on his warm skin, dusted with the same golden red hair as on his head. I found his nipples and brushed my thumbs over them quickly and felt him shudder under my palms. 

He pulled off my t-shirt and skimmed his hands over my shoulders and down my back. When he reached the waistband of my jeans, he kept going, smoothing his hands over my butt and pulled me against him. I knew then that he wasn’t going to stop because I could feel him hard against me. I leaned in for another kiss and he met me halfway. This time I got to explore his mouth. I got to feel his teeth and lightly rub the roof of his mouth. I caressed his tongue slowly, savoring the warm feeling that was building in my chest. We pulled back and moved over to my bed. He sat me down and pushed me back so I was propped on my elbows. He knelt down and untied my shoes and removed them and my socks. He then reached for the buttons on my jeans and released them slowly before sliding them off, leaving me in a pair of boxer-briefs. He rubbed my thighs as he pulled my pants off me before standing and kicking off his shoes and socks and shucking his jeans as well. 

Justin climbed on the bed and lay by my side. He had a beautiful body. I was hairier, but he was sculpted better. He reached out to me and we kissed some more. Neither of us were very dominant in this kiss, we lay side by side and kissed each other as equals. He kept running his hands over me, stroking me to the point of madness. I gladly returned the favor. I didn’t know how far he wanted to go. I didn’t know what he had in mind so I kept waiting for him to lead me. He eventually did. He reached down the front of my underwear --which was quite soaked with my pre-cum. He held me gently at first, exploring me from tip to stem, learning my length and texture as he lightly caressed me. His moving in on me allowed me to discover him. I slid my fingers into his underwear and found his as wet as mine. I felt the head of his cock with my fingertips. He was hot and so very, very hard. His head was huge and almost engorged to painful. He was very thick from the head to the base, not overly long, maybe six or seven inches, but nicely thick, unbelievably thick. I wanted to taste him, learn the flavor of his juices first hand, but Justin had the reins and I wasn’t going to rush him.

His hand stroked me slowly; building me up to what I knew would be an explosive climax. As he stroked me, I returned the favor. My hand rubbed the head in my palm and the fingers stroked him slowly. I gasped out my pleasure and I soon realized that Justin is a moaner. As he started climbing towards release, he gasped and moaned a lot. He also leaked more than I ever had, his pre-cum lubricating the path my hand took on his shaft. I watched his eyes closely as we pleasured each other. He would close his eyes before a really powerful moan and then snap them back to mine when I would gasp. I watched his face as my hand felt him thicken before he exploded. He grunted loudly before the first flood of release hit my hand. He pulsed five or six times in my hand before closing his eyes and rolling his head flat against the mattress. He didn’t stop his motions on me. Throughout his incredible release, he still stroked me. After feeling him cum in my hand, my release was quickly approaching. Ten more strokes and I came violently against his hand. He opened his eyes to watch my face while I came. When the spasms finally stopped, he still kept his hand down my underwear, stroking me every few moments or so. He kissed me slowly before he stood up and pulled me with him.

He led me to the shower where we continued to touch and nuzzle each other. It was then that I realized that Justin was a sensual lover. He moved his hands over me, brushing them over my body, teasing and building me up. I couldn’t help but think how much his girlfriends must appreciate him in bed. After the soaping and rinsing, kissing and touching, we were both ready to go again. He had been in control from the beginning, but this time, I wanted it. I turned off the water and grabbed a towel and dried him off just as sensuously as we had been touching before. Once dried, I led him back to the bedroom and pushed him onto the bed and covered his body with mine. I wrapped my arms around his back and held his chest to mine tightly. I pulled one of his legs up over mine and ground my cock against his while kissing him deeply. I moved my mouth to his jaw and neck, nuzzling with my cheek what I couldn’t reach with my lips. 

I knew we were getting close to the end, so I pulled back and levered myself on my arms over him. He smiled at me, that great smile that lit his entire face and sparkled in his eyes. I slid enough away so I could roll him over onto his belly. I massaged his shoulders and kissed my way from his neck to his hips. I then laid out a full assault on his ass. I kissed and tasted each cheek before sliding my fingers into his crack. My fingertips, sensitized by the soft hair, they found his puckered hole. With each stroke Justin tensed a little at first. But after a couple of moments, he relaxed and started to moan. When he opened his thighs wide so I could have better access, I lowered my face to his opening and tasted him. I laved the surrounding skin, kissing lightly and letting my chin rub against his hole. I moved down, letting my nose nuzzle before using my tongue to lick where he was most sensitive. I expected Justin to be put off, but he moaned louder. I swirled my tongue around him until he started to open, lapping at him with swift, wet strokes. Once opened, I darted my tongue into him over and over while sucking lightly at his ring. He was gasping and moaning, writhing on the bed. After a few minutes, he begged me to stop; he was on edge and needed to trip. I rolled him over and swallowed him whole. He was so thick in my mouth that my jaw ached. I had moved so quickly I didn’t think I could get him out without him going soft. I bobbed up and down on him, my lips stretched so wide that the suction was getting stronger with each breath I forced through my nose. Thankfully he was close anyway. Maybe 30 seconds of bobbing made Justin explode in my mouth. He came with such force that his first spurts went straight down my throat. But the last few trickles landed on my tongue and I savored his flavor. He was slightly sweet and quite thick. His breathing slowed and his cock started to relax enough I could pull off him. He had his eyes closed and a silly grin on his face. But until he had cum and relaxed, I didn’t realize how close I was either. I lay next to Justin while he recovered and started to stroke my swollen cock. I moved slowly, enough to ease the ache without exploding right away. I closed my eyes so I could relive the last few minutes. A few strokes later, my hand was brushed away and Justin’s mouth replaced it. He was inexperienced and nicked me once or twice with his teeth, but it didn’t matter, it was still one of the greatest experiences of my life. He moved slowly, took me shallowly, but I was so eager already, I quickly came. I tried to warn him, but he continued to move on me. My last protest died with my explosion. I pulsed forever inside his warm mouth. He choked a little from the first wave and pulled away, allowing cum to land on my belly and hip. 

He reached over the bed and grabbed a towel we had dropped earlier. He cleaned me up a little than pulled the comforter over the both of us as he lay down beside me. He wrapped an arm over me and laid his head on my chest. I had never snuggled before after sex. It had always been a quick cum then out the door. I stroked his back as we drifted off.

During the rest of that night, we would turn to each other from time to time. I would reach for him, or he would reach for me. We would stroke each other until we came or we would suck each other off. Once I lay fully on top of him and let the friction of our rubbing cocks as I thrust against him bring us to orgasm. It was great. Before the night was over, because I knew once we left the bed it wouldn’t happen again, I wanted him to fuck me. Just after the sun started to rise, I looked over at Justin and saw him lying there, looking at me. He smiled slowly at me. I reached out and stroked him until hard. I leaned over him and grabbed a condom out of my bedside table. I opened it and had a hard time as I rolled it over his thickness. I also grabbed some lube from my drawer and fingered myself to ease his way. He watched me the entire time, very intent on what I was doing. I threw my knee over him so I straddled his thighs. I looked into his eyes as I lowered to him and kissed him. I stroked my fingers through the light hair on his chest. I raised myself slightly and lowered myself so that he entered me a little. It was going to be a very tight fit he was so thick. I lowered myself in fits and starts till I was on him to the hilt. Justin looked at me and asked if I was okay. I nodded and smiled before moving on him. He was so thick inside me. I felt filled completely. I bounced on him for a few minutes before he grabbed me and flipped us over so he was in charge. He leaned down to me and kissed me before he started thrusting heavily. His hips started to piston into me quickly. The sensations were so strong I felt dizzy from it. He was hitting my prostate so quickly and hard that I knew it would be over soon. I was hoping to wait a little, but it was too late, I exploded against Justin’s belly, shooting great amounts of cum into the golden hair on his belly and chest. I don’t know whether he had been close before I came or seeing me lose it under him caused him to cum, but either way, he shuddered very hard while buried deep inside me, spurting repeatedly into the condom. 

He pulled out of me gently before lying down beside me. He removed the condom and set it aside before looking over at me. He grinned at me. Then he reached over and grabbed my cock and stroked it until I was hard. I didn’t understand where he was headed until he grabbed another condom. He rolled it down my length before grabbing the lube and ministered to himself. He was following the steps I had taken, but instead of sitting on me, he pulled me on top of him and led my cock to his opening. He didn’t give himself any time to adjust, he just grabbed my hips and pulled me towards him while he thrust his hips against me and took me deep. I was not as thick as he was, but I wasn’t small either. I had a good two or three inches in length on him and was thicker than most, but he was scary in his width. I refused to move until he opened his eyes. He was breathing hard and was clamping me so very tightly. After a minute I leaned down and kissed him slowly while moving a hand down to stroke him again. I lifted from the kiss and he opened his eyes. When he was hard in my hand I pulled my hips out a little and thrust back again. I continued my short thrusts until he started moving with me. I removed my hand from his cock and braced my hands on either side of his head. I then began moving in long strokes that almost had me pulling out of him before going deep again. He was moaning under me, pushing against me, meeting me thrust for thrust. I wanted it to go on and on, but I knew it wouldn’t last. I stared into his eyes while I pumped my hips into him. He smiled again, that wonderful, face-lighting smile and I knew that I was in trouble. With my body swimming in erotic sensations and Justin grinning at me, I lost my heart and knew that five months of friendship and an incredible night led to this moment when I fell in love with Justin. My heart slowed and beat heavily with what I was feeling. I felt tears well in my eyes and I knew he’d see it. I wanted to hide my feelings from him and proceeded to move faster, wanting him to cum before I did. He didn’t disappoint me. He cried out with a very loud moan as he released against me. His clamping with each spasm of his orgasm brought me to the edge and I erupted deep inside him.

When the storm calmed, I lowered down to kiss him. I knew that the kiss was desperate, just like I had become, but I wanted to let him know in some small way how wonderful he was and how much this night had meant to me. I got up and headed for the shower. The invitation for him to join me was unspoken. He didn’t. He showered after I did. We grabbed some lunch and things went back to normal, at least on the surface.

Over the next few weeks I knew I needed to forget my feelings. He was curious, he was experimenting, and it didn’t mean anything. I felt awkward around him and I was a little afraid he would know how I felt about him. We still hung out and did all the things we had done before, but I felt different. That summer I concentrated on getting past my feelings and accepting Justin as my friend only. Before the summer we had agreed to be roommates again. By September I thought for sure that I was over him. I believed it until I saw him again. It was no use; I was in love, the kind of love that doesn’t go away because you will it to. Over the next few months, I kept myself as busy as possible. I was still Justin’s friend; I just didn’t spend as much time with him. 

After Spring Break, Justin informed me he and his girlfriend were getting married in October. He asked me to be his best man. He was moving to Seattle after he graduated, he had a great job lined up. I was moving home to Portland. I agreed to come up for the wedding and stand up with him on the big day. I showed up a few days before the wedding to do my duty as best man. Every time I am away from Justin I can lie to myself and say that I don’t love him, but the moment I hear his voice or see him again, I know that I am lying. I stood right beside him as he spoke his vows. I threw rice as they ran off to leave for their honeymoon. I got a postcard from Hawaii and I decided to get drunk, stinking blind drunk that lasted for three days. When I sobered up, I knew that I needed to cut myself off. I wouldn’t deny his calls, but I wouldn’t call him. I called it survival, but it was really denial.




Fate



Just as Justin was getting ready to celebrate his first anniversary, he called me and told me that his wife was pregnant. He was jumping around on the phone, ecstatic and scared at the same time. I really was happy for him. Over the next few months, I tried to date. I would go out from time to time and occasionally even go home with one of them. It never clicked. The sex was okay; it was fine. But there was nothing to it. It paled compared to that one night almost three years ago. So I gave up after a few times, okay twice. 

I got one of the happiest calls I had ever heard one morning in April. Justin was the proud daddy of twin boys: Andrew and Matthew. I promised I would make the four-hour drive and see them later that day. I made the trip that afternoon. But, I was greeted by absolute horror in Seattle. Shortly after the boys were born, Justin’s wife threw a blood clot and had a massive stroke. She was dead. It all happened during the time I drove. Justin went from being a husband to a widower in such a short time. He was devastated.

When I arrived, Justin clutched me as if I were has last hope. I served as a lifeline to sanity. His heart was breaking. I held him in my arms at the hospital, damning myself because all I could think about was how right this felt. I wanted so badly to lift his face to mine and kiss his pain away. I wanted to take him home and show him that there was love in his life. That it hadn’t ended this day. I felt so damn guilty holding him, thinking these thoughts, and feeling like a bastard for having them in the first place.

The twins had been a little early. I helped Justin plan and carry out a funeral before he had to bring them home. The night before he was to bring the babies home, he begged me to stay and help him. I didn’t want to, I knew it would only lead to heartache. But I couldn’t leave him alone either. He told me that he could put them in daycare once they were a year old. He asked me to put my life on hold and take care of his children. I did the only thing I felt I could do. I called and quit my job and had my things shipped to Seattle. I stayed in the guest room of Justin’s house and helped care for two infants. 

I knew nothing about babies. But I quickly learned how to change diapers and hold and feed two fast growing boys. I was there when they smiled the first time and giggled and laughed. I was there when they crawled for the first time and even for their first words. The first night that Andy got sick and I had to hold and rock him through his sniffles I knew I had made another huge mistake. I had grown to love these two little ones as much as I loved their father. 

Justin was just as devoted as I was. He worked hard all day but came home and played and held both of them as much as he could before they went to bed. I got to the point where I didn’t even notice the extra laundry and cooking. I became a housewife. 

There were some nights where Justin would close himself off in his room and things would get very quiet. But those nights became fewer and fewer the longer the months progressed. Our relationship became very odd. I couldn’t define what it was we shared. We were friends to the outside world; I became almost a live in domestic helper. But, there were moments of rare tenderness between us. When Matt pulled himself up on the coffee table and then fell down and bumped his head, we became two skittish parents holding and comforting a crying baby. We marveled over the first tooth together and we argued over what they would wear for their first pictures. We were so domestically normal. But there was no love spoken. There was no hint of a kiss or gentle caress. I didn’t expect any. I was a friend he needed, a buffer between unbearable loss and great responsibility. I understood how difficult life would be for them. Each year when the boys would want to celebrate their birthday, it would be a constant reminder of the death of Justin’s wife.

When the boys were almost a year old, I knew the time we agreed upon was almost over. I wanted to be there for their first birthday party but planned to leave after unless Justin asked me to stay. I was just pathetic enough to know I would stay until high school graduation if he would let me, even if things stayed just as they were between us. I didn’t know how to approach Justin about it. How would he feel celebrating the birth of his children on the same day he had lost his wife? I didn’t know what to do. But I screwed up my courage and approached him a few nights before their birthday.

“Justin, I want to talk about the boys’ birthday.”

“What about it?”

I was nervous about it. “I wanted to have a party for them, with presents and a cake.”

“I don’t see why not.”

I smiled at him and decided to press about our arrangement. “Justin, it has been a year. You told me that you would place the boys in daycare once they were one.” My voice trailed off, I didn’t know how to ask the questions; how to word them.

“I am going to put them in daycare so you can go on with your life. I have asked too much of you.”

“I didn’t mind. I was glad to help.” I knew my heart was ripping. He was sending me away. “I’m going to miss them so much. I was hoping they would take their first steps before I left.” My heart was in my throat; I was wringing my hands, nervous and hurting. “I’m kind of worried about it actually, the books I read said they should be walking—“

He cut me off. “You are not their mother.”

I was shocked. “No, I am not. I am just concerned.”

“You are not their father either.” He was so angry all of a sudden.

Where was this coming from? “No you are their father. They call you ‘daddy’. They just call me Marc.”

“Why are you hanging around Marc? Why don’t you get a life and stop living yours vicariously through mine? Are you hoping I will be looking for a mother to replace my wife? Trust me, I won’t be asking you to fill in for her.”

If he had punched me in the stomach I don’t think he could have made the air leave me any faster. I knew then that he probably knew how I felt about him. He knew and I must have come up lacking. 

“You’re right Justin.” I guess I’m transparent. “If it is okay with you I will stay for the party and then go. I’ll be all packed and gone once they are in bed that night.”

He looked at me kind of strangely. So I continued. “Justin, I know that one night doesn’t mean anything here.” I pointed to my head then moved my hand to my heart. “But I can’t seem to get it here.”

I turned from him and left. I went into my room and decided to start packing. I had nine days to figure out where I was going and what I would do when I got there. Over the next couple of days I took as many pictures of Matt and Andy that I could. I called my folks and decided to move in with them for a few weeks in Portland to get on my feet. The night before the boys’ party, Justin tried to give me a check. God; that hurt. I was no longer a friend, but a domestic servant having done a job. Because I knew it was a hard time for him full of painful memories, I took the check but knew I would never cash it. During the party I gave Justin a wide berth and just enjoyed watching the boys smash their fists into their cakes. I had given them a set of riding/push toys that would allow them to toddle along behind or push them along like a bike. Everyone left but Justin and his mom. He went into his room and I carried my things out to my car. I had the last load in and wanted to say goodbye to the boys one last time. I walked into their room and saw Andy awake. He had pulled himself up to standing. His face lit up when he saw me and banged his hands against the crib. I walked over and picked him up and cuddled him when I sat down in the rocker. I looked down into his blue eyes, so much like his daddy’s. 

“I am going to miss you and your brother so much.” I stroked a finger over his face, curling around his cheek, tracing the slope of his nose. “But I need to leave. I need to live my life for myself and not vicariously through your daddy.” He smiled at me and grabbed my finger. “I know, you don’t know what vicarious means. I guess I have just been an emotional vampire, craving to be around your dad to get a few scraps of his time.” He grinned at me and I felt my throat tighten with tears. “Of course you want to know why I am in here telling you and not your daddy.” His hand came up and patted at my face, I pretended to bite it and he started laughing. “The truth is I could never get over one night we spent together. I fell in love with your daddy and never had the courage to tell him.” I cradled him to me, hugging him hard. “I love you Andy and I will miss you every day once I am gone. But you’re lucky. Within a few months, you won’t remember me. But I will always remember you. Even when you are forty years old I will still love you and hold in my heart this past year. And I will always love your daddy. If I weren’t such a coward I would go tell him that.” Andy yawned in my arms and I stayed quiet while I rocked him to sleep. When he was out I picked him up and put him in his crib. I walked over to Matt’s crib and leant down and kissed his soft head then walked out the door. I went back into my room and found the check Justin had given me. I wrote VOID over it and left it on the dresser. I walked out and found Justin’s door open and the room dark. I found Justin’s mom sitting on the couch. I told her goodbye before I walked out. Justin wasn’t there. I made it almost all the way to Portland before I broke down. I checked into a hotel in Centralia and decided to stay there before going on in the morning. 

Life became a lot like a black and white movie, lots of shadows but no light, no color. I had moved into my own place within a month of returning to Oregon. I didn’t date; I just worked and came home, to sit and read without comprehending, watch television without seeing, and sleep without dreaming. I knew I was in a grand funk, my mother was afraid I wasn’t going to pull out of it. But I refused to call and ask after the boys or Justin. I was going to move on.

The boys’ birthday was on April 12th. On June 1st, I was home, wondering whether or not to go out when a knock at my door stirred me from my musings. Justin stood there, smiling at me. Oh God! I am never going to get over him. I smiled back at him. He had a bag in his hand and he sort of pushed into my apartment and told me he needed to talk to me.

“How are the boys?”

“Good, they miss you. Andy took his first step the other day.”

I just smiled at him. It must have been a little wobbly because he stepped closer to me. He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me lightly. He pulled back and looked at me.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

My heart was beating madly and I couldn’t focus on what he was saying. “Tell you what?”

“That you loved me.”

I looked at him strangely. He just went on. “The baby monitor was on when you were saying goodbye. Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“Oh Justin, how could I tell you that I couldn’t get over one night in bed with you. That I knew that morning you would turn away from me and I couldn’t face that.” I walked away from him, staring out the window. “Justin, I never meant to fall. I tried to get over it. I didn’t stay and help you because of it either.”

“I thought that night… I didn’t think you thought it was as wonderful as I did. I love you Marc.”

I was shocked. What was he saying? Good question, so I asked him. “Justin, what are you saying?”

“I love you. I need you. I want you to come home with me.”

“I’m confused.”

He smiled at me, that same shiny smile I fell in love with. “I loved my wife and I’m sad that she died, but I don’t want to live my life alone. If she were still alive, I would have stayed with her, happily, until the day I died. But she did and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” 

I was still in shock. He had been so angry with me. Here he is telling me everything I ever wanted to hear. He must have sensed I was lost.

“Marc, I was confused. I felt guilty for wanting to move on with my life. I had a feeling you wanted me, but I felt guilty about wanting you too. So I said those horrible things and hurt you. I needed some more time and I wasn’t able to ask you to stay. I needed this time away, to realize how much I missed you, before I could face my past and move on. I’m so sorry.”

“But you’re not gay.”

“When we were together, I realized that I could be with you and not question. I was attracted to you and I was curious. But that first time jerking off on your bed would have satisfied my curiosity. Everything else was enjoyment and discovery. Do I have a label that describes my desires, maybe, but I don’t need it and I don’t care.” He cupped my face in his hands and brushed his lips against mine. “I’ve never been one to go from person to person. I seem to only be able to be with one person and when I find that person, it needs to be forever. I tried to be indiscriminate, but I was dissatisfied. Making love to someone I loved was so much more satisfying than having sex with a virtual stranger.”

“You love me?”

He smiled that smile again. “With all my heart.”

“Where are the boys?”

“With my mother. I figured we needed some time to be together, to learn ourselves again. We need to make love and talk and laugh and love.”

With that he took my hand and on a tour of my apartment until he found my bedroom. He pushed me down on my king-size bed and took off my shirt. He lowered his head to my chest and lapped at the hair in the middle, stroking lightly and moved slowly to my nipple. He latched onto it with his teeth, biting hard. I cried out and he then released it and laved it, soothing the sharp sensations. He pulled off and blew cool air over it and I shuddered under him. He knelt between my legs and drew off his shirt and started shucking his jeans and shoes and socks. In seconds he was naked in front of me. He stood very hard in front of me; so very, very thick and curved up slightly. He grabbed my jeans and underwear in one grip and yanked them off me so I was just as nude as he. I stood at attention, so hard that I bobbed with each beat of my heart. He lowered himself on me; chest to chest and cock to cock. He kissed me hard and began humping against me. I pulled back from his hard kiss and warned him that I wouldn’t last long; it had been so very long since I had been with anyone. He told me it had been since before his wife died that he had made love. He shut me up with another deep kiss. A few more thrusts of his hips and I exploded into the soft fur on his belly. Feeling me explode, he let loose into the hair on my chest. He came so much that I was afraid I would have my hair glued as if by bubble gum. 

He had completely collapsed against me. I wrapped my arms around him and we dozed. We woke up a little while later. When we tried to pull away from each other, we were stuck together with cum. We laughed and moved in tandem to my shower. The warm water allowed us to pull apart without ripping out chunks of hair. We washed each other off and kissed long and hard. We were connecting physically, spiritually and emotionally. 

We moved from the shower and collapsed on the bed. He went searching in my bedside table and didn’t find what he wanted. He looked at me and asked how long it had been. I told him the truth, since just after his wedding almost three years ago. He was shocked at first then saddened that I was alone for so long. I simply told him I wasn’t alone until I came home after the birthday party. I had a family and love while I had been at his house. He was disappointed I didn’t have what we would need to make love. I told him that I had some Vaseline in the bathroom and it would do if he wanted to forgo a condom. He didn’t even question, he got up and got the Vaseline and we went at each other. We had a minor skirmish over who would go first. We both wanted the other to be happy and we both wanted to receive. After a few minutes I grabbed a penny off the table and we flipped for it. Once the coin was flipped and Justin had greased up his cock, we both laughed at how ridiculous we had been. I was still giggling until Justin pressed to me. I arched my back at the extreme pleasure. He was so considerate and gentle. It had been so long and he knew how thick he was. He moved slowly, rocking me gently until he had seated himself fully. He kissed me deeply and asked if I was okay. When I smiled and nodded, he began to move. 

Memories fade over time, and I had definitely relived our previous time together. The memory had faded, but the new reality overwhelmed me. He moved within me slowly. I clasped him and he thrust. We were one undulating mass of raw, sensitized nerve endings. When we would get close to the edge, he would stop so we had to build again and again. I thought it was cruel. I thought it was heaven. Justin looked down at me and smiled, that same smile of warmth and it was too much. I exploded against him. I must have spurted for minutes against the soft hair on his chest and belly. He looked down at the damage I had caused and laughed before shuddering into me. 

We took turns after that. We spent the next six days in bed, laughing, talking, and loving. We decided to move into a different home in Seattle so he could keep his job, but we would live in a home of our choosing. His mom was a bit surprised by our coming together, but not upset. Justin wanted me to adopt the boys. His late wife’s parents weren’t keen on the idea. I was willing to drop the idea to smooth the strong emotions. But Justin demanded it. Eventually it worked out. They had seen how well I cared for the boys and how much I loved them. After a few years they admitted that if Justin had remarried they would know that his new wife would raise their grandchildren. It just took them some time.

I almost forgot. When we picked up the boys from his mother’s after our wonderful week in my apartment, the boys both ran into my arms. They hadn’t forgotten me. I don’t usually cry. I had never been a crier. But I was right there in the entryway of Justin’s mom’s house. We both just turned 30 a few months ago. The boys are in the first grade and very precocious. There have been a few bumps in our road, mostly from external sources. But each new wave simply makes us stronger. Legally, we are nothing. Spiritually, we are inseparable. Fate brought us together in college and horrible tragedy brought us together for good. I found that one must never question fate.



Fate



It'd been a few years since she was last with someone, romantically and physically. She didn't mind much because she had her friends, her family, and her school work to keep her busy. All her close friends, girls and guys, were currently involved with someone, and let's just say, didn't seem to be breaking up with them anytime soon. Although most of her days were so hectic she couldn't carry one thought without forgetting it, her nights were long and lonely, and deep inside she wished for someone to be with her when she went to sleep. Holding her close and whispering sweet nothings in her ear. It wasn't that she was unattractive, or that her personality sucked, it was the fact that she was so picky, and so afraid of being hurt yet again, by another egotistical jerk whose only purpose was getting down her pants. 

She knew all types; the sensitive ones, who were more feminine than herself. The bad boys, who despite their appearance, can only put on the tough guy act for so long. The jocks, who didn't care what was inside, just as long as they got inside. And the players, who tricked you into thinking that they truly were nice guys, until you got to know them. She'd had so many horrible break-ups, and she'd given her heart away a countless number of times, hoping that every time would be different. But it never was, and in the end she found herself in the same place; lying in her bed for days on end eating tubs of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, sinking deeper and deeper into depression. Then of course, her best friend would come over, drag her out of bed and insist they go shopping. Isabella was her best friend; they'd known each other since before the world turned, and she was the only one that could ever get Hailey smiling again.

Hailey lived in a nice, small, quiet city, and honestly, she hated it. She loved commotion, noise, and meeting different people. And that just wasn't here for her. She didn't live in a bad neighborhood, and she got along with everybody she came in contact with, which sadly, was nobody new. She was a nice, sweet, charming girl. Standing at 5'3, with magnificently long brown hair and hazel eyes. She had a 32C, with a pretty nice derriere for her size. She was cute, and turned a few heads, but never really thought anything special of herself. She had just finished high school and couldn't wait to get away from her boring city, not to mention her 'rents, who had been on her back since the day she hit puberty. It had been Bella and Hailey's dream ever since they were little to move to Cali. together, but things changed when Cameron came into the picture. 

He was a nice looking guy, who treated Isabella like his queen. And that's all Hailey cared about. They'd been dating for about 3 years, and engaged for 1. All three of them had decided to move to Cali. in the Summer and get an apartment right beside each other. Hailey was counting down the days, she was so excited she couldn't wait! On her own for the first time, with her very best friend, nobody telling her what to do, no curfews, no rules. This was just way too awesome! The day finally came when she said good-bye to her parents, little sister, and the town she had grown up in for quite some time. There were tears, hugs and kisses, good things said, and cars starting. Hailey waved good-bye one last time to the only other people she'd known her whole life...her family.

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A few hours later they pulled up to their new apartment, 2743 Wyndham St, and stopped the car, slowly stepping out. It was nearly 8:00pm and the sun was setting, about to retire for the day. So, this was really it. Hailey, Bella, and Cam, found themselves staring straight up at their new apartment, the one they'd be in living in for the next couple years. 

"C'mon guys," said Hailey, as she motioned with her hand for them to follow. They opened the door, and quietly walked along the hallway, got in the elevator and took it to the 6th floor. When Hailey got to her apartment she noticed a letter taped to her door. As Bella and Cam made their way to their apartment, reaching under their mat, and taking out their key, just as they were told where it would be, Hailey quickly opened the letter and scammed through it, anger hitting her moments later. 

Seeing the look on her best friend's face, Bella asked, "Hey Hail, what's a matter?"

"The fucking people that live here aren't moving out until Thursday!" Hailey replied furiously. "What the hell am I supposed to do?! It's only Tuesday, that's two more days!" Hailey knew she couldn't move in with Bella and Cam because it was only two people to an apartment and she definitely didn't want to get them in trouble their first day here. Thoughts ran through her mind, but she couldn't seem to think of anything acceptable that could get her out of this mess. She was about to panic. Maybe...if she called her parents...No! She quickly erased that thought from her mind as she thought of the embarrassing torment she'd have to endure. 

"Hey Hail's..." Hailey's thoughts quickly faded away when she heard her best friend's voice... "I have an idea. Alright, I got this friend named Jake, that I sort of met through some of my friends awhile back. He lives here and pretty close to. His place is big, and I'm sure he wouldn't mind letting you crash there for a couple days." Hailey considered this, and realized she didn't really have a choice. It was either this or back with her family, who would never let her leave if she went back there. She quickly nodded and accepted, as Bella searched through her phone looking for Jake's number. "Hey Jake, its Bella! It's been a long time, I know. Yeah I'm good and you? That's good. Well listen, me, my fiancé, and my best friend, just moved here. Yeah, actually we're just a few streets away from you. But, I was wondering if you could do me a favor. See, my girl is supposed to get the apartment right beside me but these stupid people aren't moving out until Thursday and she has nowhere to go, so you see, she's sort of in a little dilemma. Oh my god she can? Thanks Jake, you're the best, alright, I'll see you in a little bit. Thanks again, alright, love yah, bye." 

Bella winked at Hailey, "The problem's fixed hunny, you'll just stay there until Thursday, and then by Thursday night the apartment will be all yours and you'll be living all by yourself!" Hailey smiled, enjoying the picture, but quickly snapped herself back to reality at the thought of staying with some guy she had never even met. Bella, seeing the look of concern on her best friend's face said, "Oh don't worry Hail's, he's such a sweet and well-mannered guy, you'll get along great, I promise." Hailey just smiled hesitantly and shrugged. She watched Cam start moving the boxes into the new apartment and unpack them. "Alright, well Cam, I'll be back in a little bit, I'm gonna drive Hailey over there and pick up some fast-food on the way, cyah later baby." They kissed, and they were on their way. In the car, Bella could tell Hailey was nervous. "Don't worry girl..." They pulled up into a long, sleek looking drive way just moments later. 

Hailey stepped out, and was amazed by what she saw. A beautiful garden of flowers grew all around the yard in pretty patches. Along the house grew big, red, luscious roses, and incredible tropical flowers, the ones that could only be seen in a magazine, or nonetheless, Hawaii. An adorable bird bath was found in the center of the yard, which included two little statues of doves happily splashing each other with water. Bright green - freshly cut - grass, and a perfect angel fountain squirted water out of her mouth into a little pond below her, where white and orange fish darted about. It was quite a sight, and it was unbelievable that a guy could live like this. His mom must have designed this for him, she thought to herself, as Bella guided her up to the glorious white house in front of them, just a few feet away.

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*Knock, knock, knock* Bella knocked almost anxiously, at the thought of seeing her old friend for the first time in ages. In the mean time, Jake ran through his house trying to find something to wear. He had just gotten out of the shower and had only his towel on. He too was anxious, not only to see one of his good friends, but to see what the girl he'd be staying with for the next few days looked like. 

*Knock, knock, knock* Fuck, James thought, as he ran from his room STILL wearing only his towel. He shrugged and quickly ran down the stairs and opened the door. To his amazement he found himself staring directly at a true beauty. For a moment, he forgot where he was, as she too began to stare back at the gorgeous sight in front of her. It took a few minutes for them both to completely regain their composure.

"Hey Jake!" Bella nearly jumped into Jake's arms as she gave him a hug. 

"Oh hey Bella...and you must be...Hailey?" Hailey quickly nodded, delighted at the fact that he remembered her name. He sure was a god! Standing at 6'0," with dark brown hair and crystal clear blue eyes that seemed to have only one purpose; to look deep within your soul and be able to see everything. He was well built, that she could see, wearing only his towel and still dripping wet. With an irresistible grin on his face.

"Well I better be going...," Bella chimed in, disrupting the thoughts that ran through both of her friends' minds. "Hey Hail's I'll give you a call later on your cell to see how things are going, okay?" Bella skipped, almost ran, down the driveway at the thought of her two friends hooking up. They looked so perfect for each other, it was undeniable.

Jake grabbed Hailey's bags and led her upstairs showing her where her room would be. All throughout the house were ancient artifacts, pictures of dragons, and medieval castles. There were swords, and knives, and Hailey became a bit nervous, yet slightly aroused, at the thought of how well he could use those things.

"So are you a collector?" Hailey replied coolly. Jake spun around, wondering what she was talking about, it was the very first words she had said to him. She motioned with her head towards the knives and swords, and he grinned.

"Well I am, but I also used to study martial arts and somehow became an intrigued knife handler..." His voice trailed off as he pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked the door in front of him. They walked in, and he set down her things. "This will be your room for the next few days, I hope you like it."

Not bad, not bad at all, Hailey thought as she scanned the room checking everything out. There was a black steel bed with black matching covers and pillow cases, by the far corner. The floor was black marble, she had her own bathroom, and a pretty big closet, not to mention an awesome view of the beach. She walked towards the window, captivated by the bewitching sunset among the waves. Just then she felt his presence behind her, pushing up against her back. He ran his hands down her arms lightly, "It's beautiful isn't it?"

She gasped slightly, as he ran his hands down her back. Hailey could not believe this was happening, was he hitting on her? Why would he be? She quickly moved away towards the bathroom, changing the subject. "Well umm...thanks for everything Jake, it's really nice of you to do this. But I'm gonna go take a shower, cause I'm pretty beat." She smiled and turned away, locking the bathroom door behind her. 

As she turned the shower on, she stripped away her clothes piece by piece letting them fall to the floor. She looked at herself in the mirror, and groaned. Geez, what a wreck! She thought to herself. She climbed into the shower, a slight moan escaping her lips as the hot water touched her skin. She leaned against the wall, soaking up all the warmth she was getting. Wow what a day, she thought. She let her worries and the days events wash away along with the water, down the drain. She turned off the shower and climbed out, wrapping a small pink towel around herself. She unlocked the door, and walked to her pink suitcase, covered in puppy-dog stickers. She picked it up and threw it on the bed. She unzipped it and pulled out a sheer black satin nightie. She took the suitcase and put it on the floor, climbing into her bed, and dozing off just moments later.

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She awoke about mid-afternoon, with the sun shining brightly down on her face. She struggled to find her strength as she crawled out of bed. She again found her suitcase and pulled out a black matching bra and panty set, some frayed jean shorts, and a tight navy blue shirt. She brushed her hair and braided it in pigtails. She walked into the bathroom, washed her face, and brushed her teeth. She made her way downstairs a few minutes later, stopping every few steps to admire the incredible paintings hung along the walls. As she finally reached the kitchen, she found Jake sitting at the table reading the newspaper with a glass of Orange Juice in front of him. On the table were sausages, eggs, Orange Juice, and buttered bread. She was delighted at the fact of having something in her stomach, as she sat down and nearly scarfed down her food in front of him. He chuckled slightly behind his newspaper, causing her to look up from her plate and blush. He waited for her to finish off her Orange Juice before he said anything. 

"So, do you have any plans for today?" he asked. She realized she didn't and shook her head. "Good, because I really wanted to take you to the carnival today down at the beach. I know it's kind of childish but it's the last day and I go every year. So if you'd like to, I'd be really happy if you came." 

She thought it over, before she smiled and said, "Sure I'd love to go!"

"Great! Well, I'm gonna go jump in the shower and get dressed and you can meet me down here in about two hours okay?" She nodded, and he was gone. Wow this guy was great. If only he knew that I love carnivals! Maybe he is a nice guy after all...I probably just imagined him hitting on me, Hailey thought to herself.

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After 2 hours of waiting, she met him downstairs. He had baby and navy blue Hawaiian shorts on with a plain black t-shirt. Aww he is so cute, she thought to herself. She grabbed her hat, he grabbed his wallet, and they walked outside. They began talking about the simple things, such as their careers, last names, and how she came to be in Cali. As the time passed they moved onto favourite movies, funniest childhood memories, and secret desires. She found him fascinatingly intriguing, and couldn't seem to get enough. They connected so well, they both could feel it, yet neither of them said a word. They enjoyed their day playing games, eating cotton candy, and riding the Ferris wheel. They stayed until sunset, but laughed the whole way home. They walked along the beach holding their shoes in their hands, with their feet in the sand, watching the sun go down.

Out of nowhere, Jake jumped on her, nearly taking her breath away. He pushed her into the sand, lying on top of her. "Jake, what the hell are you doing?!" 

He leaned in, whispering in her ear, "Giving you what you want, don't fight it Hailey."

As she struggled to regain her breath, she somehow managed to push him off of her. "Listen, I don't know what you're talking about! And I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong idea or led you on in any way, but I thought we were just having fun tonight. Can you please take me home now?" Although she sounded serious, he could tell by the look in her eyes that part of her wanted him. He had seen it from the first time they laid eyes on each other. But without saying another word, he apologized, helped her up, and walked her home. As they reached his door, he pulled out his key and unlocked it. Watching her the whole time as she ran up the stairs, and into her room where she locked the door.

It stormed that night, sending a bolt of lightning through the air and taking out all the lights in the house. The rain was hard and the wind was strong, blowing the branches over to the window as they lightly tapped it; making it appear to be someone outside her window. Strangely enough she hadn't noticed any of it. In her room, lying on the floor, with her headphones on, writing in her diary by candlelight, she was taken away by the thought of Jake. He was all she could think about, and she hated it. This gave him an advantage over her. Could she maybe, actually, like this guy? No, that's silly, she thought to herself, as she continued her daily log of the days events. 

She was taken away moments later when a pair of strong hands grabbed her from behind, holding her still and placing a knife to her throat. Hailey quickly began to panic, as her headphones were taken off her and thrown to the floor.

"Listen bitch, you're gonna do exactly as I say, you're not gonna scream and you're not gonna resist, because I promise you by the end of the night you're going to be begging me to fuck you! Now nod if you understand what I just said." Hailey nodded slightly, being careful that the knife didn't cut her throat. Wearing just a pair of Tweety bird boxers and a white tank she realized she was fucked. "Good girl." That voice...she recognized it from somewhere...could it be? Oh my god it was, Jake! He picked her up with ease and carried her to the bed, putting her face first onto the mattress.

"Jake, please don't do this...I won't tell anyone, I'll just leave and you'll never have to think about me again...please don't do this!" He crawled up on top of her, putting his hand under her belly and picking her up slightly. He began nibbling her ear, and grinding himself against her slowly as he reached under her shirt and massaged her breasts. Her nipples suddenly became hard the moment his flesh touched her skin. He grabbed a nipple and pinched it between his thumb and forefinger, as a slight moan escaped her lips. 

"Ohh Jake...please...don't...I...don't want this..." Her voice trailed off as his hand slipped down her shorts and found it's way to her sex, pushing her lips apart, he slid one finger in. She was wet! 

"So are you gonna tell me you're not turned on by all this? Because your body tells me different," he whispered in her ear as he bit her shoulder, stealing another moan. She wanted him, but how could she? This was rape and she was not going to be the victim. Almost without thinking, she elbowed him in the gut, causing him to roll off of her. She knew she wasn't going to have another chance, so she jumped off the bed and ran to the door, she pulled on the handle, surprised to see that it was locked...from the outside. Oh fuck, she thought. As he rose from the bed, terror filled his eyes, and shivers ran down her spine. He walked slowly over to the door...and pushed her against it, holding the knife to her throat once again.

"You try that fuckin bullshit again, and god help me, you'll be sorry!" She nodded, as a single tear ran down her cheek. He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, tossing her once again onto the bed. This time laying her on her back. "Don't move" His voice told her that he meant business so she did as she was told, figuring since there was no way to get out, she might as well co-operate. He took the knife, and slid it over her shirt, cutting it the whole way down. Next were her boxers, he did those the same. When he was done all that was left on her was her thong, he cut both sides, allowing it to slip off her. She was now totally 100% naked in front of him. She blushed, remembering the last time she was naked for a guy was about 4 years ago. She quickly tried to cover herself up, but he pushed her hands above her and shook his head.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you..." His voice was calm, and yet threatening. He began to kiss her neck, still holding her hands above her head. Slowly, he slid his mouth down upon her left breast. Leaving little wet kisses all around, and then lightly blowing on them. Her back arched as he took her nipple into his mouth and began sucking intensely. She couldn't control herself, she was pushing her sex against his throbbing mound, wrapping her legs around his. Suddenly, he stopped. A low sigh escaped her, as he got up off the bed and pulled her with him. They both stood up and she blushed remembering she was naked in front of him. 




Fate



"Now...what you're going to do is remove my clothing piece by piece. Understand?" She nodded and began to life his shirt up slowly, revealing his perfectly defined six-pack, and muscular arms. She dropped it to the floor and made her way to his shorts. She untied the white string and unzipped the zipper letting them fall to the floor as well. There was only one thing left, and she was scared as hell to see what was underneath. She wrapped her thumbs around the inside of his boxers and pulled down. Revealing his full erection. She could barely look him in the eye as her jaw dropped, frightened at the size. 

Once again he pushed her onto the bed, his full sex between her legs. She closed her eyes for what seemed like minutes, waiting for the excruciating pain that she about to endure. However, it did not come. He simply lied there and looked at her, watching her face change, as she opened her eyes and realized it wasn't going to happen just yet. He placed her hands above her head and ordered her to keep them there. He made his way down her body sucking, kissing, and licking every spot his mouth came across. She moaned softly as his lips brushed against her most private place. His tongue darted out finding her jewel and sucking it until her moaning grew louder. Her slid one finger in and began moving it in and out increasing the speed to fit her pleasure. Her body was betraying her and she hated it! What the hell was she doing? She looked on the table beside her and seeing the lamp picked it up and hit him over the head with it. "I'm sorry," she whispered as she fled from the bed. He was unconscious, but she didn't know for how long. She picked up a bobby pin from the dresser and began picking the lock. Strangely enough, it worked! Wow, thank god she learned how to pick locks when she was a kid, she thought to herself. She took-off down the stairs, and ran to the front door, which was of course, locked. She knew she couldn't pick this one. It was double-bolted, and had a few more locks. She figured she'd just have to hide.

As she looked around the room searching for a place to hide she heard foot steps above her, and her heart sank. She flew to the nearest closet and shut it quietly, praying that he wouldn't find her. She had butterflies in her stomach, her head was spinning, and she had to cover her mouth so he couldn't hear her whimper. She heard him come down the stairs and she tried to sink deeper into the closet. He reached the bottom with a loud thud, causing her to jump slightly. She was about to come out of the closet now, she was so scared. He walked throughout the house, checking cupboards, closets, bathrooms, and rooms. She knew it was just a matter of time before he found her. At last he came to the closet she was in, he opened it slowly, and peeked inside. There she was, huddled in a corner, trying to hide in the shadows. He reached in and pulled her out. She was shaking so hard that she barely noticed he wasn't angry. "I'm sorry...I was just scared...and I...please don't hurt me...I'll do whatever you want, just don't hurt me please." She managed to choke out, only to be hushed moments later with his finger.

He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, carrying her back upstairs. Her walked into the room, shut it behind him, and threw her onto the bed. He lied down on top of her and grabbed the knife on the dresser, and held it to her throat. "Listen Hail's I thought we had an understanding, I don't know why you're still fighting it, you know that you're gonna give in to me sooner or later. So let's just stop wasting time and do what we both want to do..." And with that he slowly pushed in, inch by inch, until he was fully inside her. Her moan was unmistakable as he began to move with a steady rhythm in and out, slowly but gradually, picking up speed. He moved his hand down to her clit rubbing it, and taking her nipple into her mouth once again, sucking intensely. She was so close to the edge, she could feel it.

He knew she was close to cuming so he pulled out. She quickly caught her breath, and groaned. "Beg for it!" He demanded. He was not making this easy on her, that she could see, but to beg for it would be total humiliation on her part. There was no way. He pulled her off the bed and pushed her against the window, it was morning, and the storm had stopped. The sun had just begun to rise, causing beautiful shades of pink, purple, orange, and yellow to paint the sky. He leaned in and nibbled her ear-lobe...then her neck...then her back. He reached his hands around in front of her, one grabbing her nipple and the other rubbing her clit. She again began to moan as he pushed himself against her slowly. "Beg for it" He whispered in her ear...his speed increased as she became closer and closer to climaxing but every time she did, he would stop. Causing it to build deep inside her. 

"Ohh Jake, please fuck me," she whispered lightly.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked.

"I want you to finish it, hard and fast, pleaseeee!"

"So I could take you right here and you wouldn't mind?" he asked as he chuckled to himself.

"Nooo please just...Ughh!" He pushed in so fast she nearly lost her balance. There was people walking along the beach now, and they could see perfectly well what was happening. They could see that she was not being raped, because she was totally willing. Her pushed hard and fast causing her to moan his name several times. With one last thrust he came inside her, as she too reached her peak. They walked over to the bed and dropped, crawling under the covers, and falling asleep in each others arms. 

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Hailey wasn't around Thursday. Hailey wasn't around Friday. Hailey wasn't around at all until the following Monday. She finally called her best friend, and told her what had been going on. Bella was so excited, and she asked, "So when are you comin to your new apartment?"

"Umm...well...about that...see I'm not. Me and Jake...well we...I've decided to move in with him." Hailey smiled as she turned over to look at her fiancé, still fast asleep. She hung-up the phone, and cuddled in next to him, kissing him lightly. Telling herself that this was only the beginning.

The End.



Fate Accompli



The last page of the book was torn out. I dropped it onto the table next to the others. Sunlight forced its way through the grimy windowpanes and between the gap in the dull curtains to light up the specks dancing in the dusty air. I needing more light so I pulled the curtains open. 

Illuminated, the room looked no better. It was untidy and unkempt, but thankfully, not filled with putrid foods and rats. The atmosphere was dry and parched. A thick layer of dust covered pretty much everything. There were piles of books everywhere, stacked irregularly on the floor or lined neatly along bookshelves. Every available horizontal surface had its quota. Some of the books had been read recently, others book-marked with strips of torn paper and left. I had thumbed a few that were free of dust. It was only after looking at a couple of the books that I noticed the last pages were torn out. Well, every one I'd looked at so far. 

Now there was some light I could see that in the corner of the room was a stack of shoeboxes. Carefully stepping over the man's body, I went to investigate them. They were stuffed with the missing pages. Puzzled, I moved around the room looking for further details, desperately avoiding the more obvious search I had to do.

Going to the computer that sat on the desk in the corner. I pushed the switch on. The LEDs lit up and the screen flickered. I was surprised there was power. It was an old machine and it booted up asthmatically. After a minute it managed its task and gave a reassuring chime to alert me of its success. I went to the Internet, curious what his history files would say. I skipped over some of the more private areas of his history, and was buoyed by at last encountering some normality. I delved further and found what must have been the start of his obsession in his book-marked sites.

It was a college website with an article that detailed some academic work centred on an ancient race. The page went into depth about the culture of this race. Mostly concentrating on one facet of the society- their belief that if a person had completed all the tasks that they were destined to complete, then they would perish. Not just the body, but the soul also. So a house would be left without a tile, a wall would be missing a brick; a chair might have a nail left proud. Now the books and their missing pages seemed to have more meaning. This website must have had a profound effect on the man as I noticed a printout of it on the wall next to me with large chunks of text highlighted. I looked further through his bookmarks and found more sites not just about this society but others, all with the theme of longevity or immortality. Some were in-depth scientific work; others were more arcane pieces, detailing spells and the like. I switched the computer off. It gave a thankful sigh and shutdown. Around the desk there were various scraps of paper, all of which had hasty scribbling; notes linking references, doodles, but all seemed to suggest the formulation of a plan. 

The time had come and I could avoid the task no longer. Steeling myself, I stood up and went to the body. The body was naked and looked as if it had been dead for some time. But it was desiccated rather than bloated. Like an ice-age man, discovered in a glacier or the body of a desert explorer. I don't know why this should have happened in a temperate climate. I looked him over. I judged that he was a wiry man in life, in death his tanned skin curved around every bone. This distorted some of the tattoos that covered his body. Not pictures and names, these tattoos were symbols and sigils. 

He must have been in his early fifties; his greying hair was once strawberry blond and was worn long, as was his beard. He was sat cross-legged and had fallen forward when he expired. His chest and face lay on the floor. By his head there was a small patch of dried blood. This was the only sign of injury.

The floor was bare and marked out with arcane looking symbols and there were four metal dishes placed around the body. These vessels must have been used as lamps; they were coated in a sickly sweet smelling oily residue. Twisted paper had served as wicks; a few fragments still had print on them so there were at least four books in the room that would never be complete.

Next to the man lay a notebook. I picked it up and opened it. It contained more diagrams and notes scribbled in pencil. They were in the same handwriting as the previous notes I'd found but these seemed more precise. No doodles, no sketches. Unfortunately, the notes were mostly written in some form of shorthand.

I turned back to the body. From this angle I could see that there was another book under the man's chest. An old book this time. Nervously, I lifted his weight and slid it from under him, half expecting the corpse to return to life or crumble to dust. Understandable when your main reference for this sort of work is the cinema. The man remained whole and dead.

The book was thick and leather bound. The age-browned pages were heavy and stiff. More diagrams, runes and paragraphs but in a foreign script this time. I recognised some of the symbols from the notebook and on closer inspection it transpired that the notebook was a translation. I leafed through the pages of both books. They matched page for page until the last page. The last page of the great tome was torn out. Curiously, its translation appeared fully in the notebook. I placed the books back down and I went to the shoeboxes. Opening them I looked for the missing page but found nothing. I returned to the body. I was getting bolder now. I moved his hair and found he wore a pendent around his neck. The blood had come from his nose and mouth, still no sign of a wound.

His fingers were free of rings but he did have something gripped in his right hand. It was a screwed up piece of paper, thick and brown like the old book. I started to prise open his rigor mortised grip. I slowly eased his cold, dry and leathery fingers lose, fearful that they might snap off entirely. I got the paper but my victory was short-lived, for as I dropped the arm, I was surrounded in a cloud of dust. Coughing and spluttering, I walked back to the desk. I tried to spit to clear the dry coating from my mouth but to no avail. 

The piece of paper did appear to be part of the old tome's missing page but a part solved mystery is as much use as an unsolved one. The translation still detailed areas of the page that were missing. Unless the final piece of his work was conjecture? I sat down, puzzled, but I had been confused since the day began. 

I had been working from home and taking a break to get some coffee I noticed that a paperback had been pushed through my letterbox. That in itself was strange enough but when I read the cover I was more surprised. It seems that there are always some films or books that you are desperate to see or read but fate does its level best to stop you. The video fails to tape; flicking through the TV channels you come across the closing credits; a friend had the book but gave it to a charity shop two weeks ago - '...if only you'd said something...'. The book fell into this category. An old, obscure book, that was long out of print. I assumed a friend knowing I wanted to read it had dropped it off and I hadn't heard the doorbell.

Work immediately fell off the itinerary, as did my coffee. I sat on the stairs and read. I moved to the living room and sprawled on the sofa. Then getting towards the end I noticed the last page had been removed. Outrageous! Who could do this to a book? Written along the stub of the missing page was an address. I decided that I would follow it up. It must have been written for a reason. The address was nearby; I grabbed my keys and sunglasses and walked out into the fresh summer afternoon. 

The address was a three-storey building. A shop with a flat above. It was the only house in the street. The rest was a building site. No doubt the old terraces were being demolished to make way for a new shiny office, a gaudy retail park or maybe just row upon row of cloned houses.

I knocked, waited then tried the door; it was unlocked. I called and went in. Climbing the stairs, I continued with my tentative 'hellos'. The flat's door was unlocked as well. That's when I found the room, the body and the books, more questions but no answers.

I tried to look at the room afresh. The body bowed forward as if worshiping a long forgotten deity, which may well have been the case. The unfinished books, the obsession with longevity. It seemed ironic that a man performing some ritual in the quest for immortality should die in the middle of it. Then again, maybe he died at the end of it. Was completing it his destined task? All those books he could have finished. Perhaps so long as he hadn't completed the ritual eternity might have been his. I mused on the fruitlessness of trying to cheat fate and fate was against me in my task to complete my book. With a wry smile I shrugged and got up and start to leave.

As I did I heard a noise upstairs. At first it was just some movements, then a small cry. I crossed to the stairway. It was narrow and uncarpeted. I walked up the steps carefully. Each one creaking with my weight. I half expected my foot to go straight through them. There were two rooms at the top. A bathroom, with the fittings stripped out, and a bedroom. In the centre of the bedroom was a blanket and lying in the middle of this was a small baby. He had a shock of strawberry blond hair and a piece of paper clenched in each hand. I walked over and picked him up. His right hand gripped the remaining piece of the tome's last page and his left held onto the final page of my book. I carried him downstairs, wrapped in the blanket. Then I noticed smoke coming from behind the computer and flames had started to flicker under the desk. Some faulty wiring must have caught some of the paper. I took the child and the great book and left quickly. I walked straight out and across the road. I kept going to the corner and then looked back. I could see the flames licking at the inside of the windows. The builders had noticed the blaze but seemed unconcerned. I left them to call the fire brigade. 

Fate twice cheated. I had nappies to buy and a book to finish.